For a moment I wonder if it was meant to be that as the owner of a BDSM establishment I’d end up in a polyamorus relationship or maybe that’s a tad ironic.
“Yeah, and that’s why I don’t have to work out, but still look awesome,” Dean says with a crooked smile. It makes the corners of my own mouth turn upwards too.
Everyone’s glass is empty, so I make my way back to the bar to make us new drinks. Tonight, we’re getting a cab back to Charlington. No designated drivers. We’re doing guy’s night the right way.
Lacy blocks my path when I want to step behind the bar.
“Let me earn my wage for once,” she says with a defiant look.
I chuckle, give in and start making my way back. “Sure, go make us another round, barkeep.”
“What are you having?”
“Surprise us. But no tequila.”
She snorts and starts pulling out glasses, making us a weird kind of drink.
“We were just discussing why you don’t just move to Charlington,” O says when I reach them again.
I look them all in the eye, figuring out if they’re shitting me or not, but they seem to be serious. “You want me to live with you?”
O shrugs. “It just makes sense.”
“Not really, living here because Dominium is here is the thing that makes sense. But I’m hardly ever here. So maybe I should move even if it’s not the thing that makes sense.” I hesitate for the slightest of moments. “Would you guys want that?”
“I don’t think it’d make a big difference from how things are now. So why the hell not?” Jonah says, making O nod.
I lock eyes with Dean. There’s more on the line for him. Maybe he doesn’t want to be around me all the time and wants to have the possibility of being away from me sometimes. But there are times when I just end up in his room when Mor’s nowhere in sight. We don’t question it, it just happens.
“Dude, it makes total sense to just move in. Just do it,” he says. I try to figure out if he’s just saying that because he’s expected to, but Dean’s not the type to do such a thing. There’s a genuine kindness to his voice anyway.
“Okay,” I agree, and just like that I seem to be moving to Charlington.
Lacy brings us all a literal flaming blue shot, lining one up in front of each of us.
“What the hell is that?” O asks, giving it a suspicious look.
“A Goblet of Fire,” she deadpans.
“What’s in it?” Dean asks.
“Half a cup of deliciousness and half a cup up of drink it up and find it out,” she sasses.
Jonah picks it up and holds it in the air as if to give a toast. “Here’s to getting shitfaced and making sure the vomit will at least be interesting because of its blue color.”
I grin, grab my own shot, blow out the fire and throw it back. Tastes like cinnamon. Not bad at all. I should give Lacy a raise, she’s an amazing employee anyway. It’s surprisingly hard to find good personnel for the work we do. It’s more than just making drinks. It’s reading the crowd and acting accordingly.
“Let’s see how Morgs feels about it,” I say when I grab my phone and open our group text.
Me: How do you feel about me becoming your neighbor?
It takes just a second before she starts typing a message back.
Morgs: Does this mean Missy will be living with you guys as well?
Me: Yeah, she’s part of the package deal.
Morgs: Omg, I’m going to get so many kitty cuddles!